Sunday, February 15, 2009

Curiosity Is Nicotine In My Veins

how did I give to meet you on Valentines Day?and how did I feel the casual inclination to stay?strange meetings of people see me dictate my fateand still for the trying, manage to encounter mistakesand the kind that take me by surprise but for the bestand put my doubt of fate and thought of coincidence to the test

the rest of the feeling is I know not how to flirt with your kindand for the other I'm aware of, but you I'm unclear how to mindand inside your mind, uncharted, I can't imagine to beand which your particular interest I haven't history to seebut without history there's still not exemption of experienceand my curiosity is nicotine in my veins for it's permeance

my view is mind's eye open to love being learnedI'm not convinced physical limitations solely control who you yearnI'd insist that a turn of events can set free a lustof what previously wasn't instinct but now you must trustmy imagination won't switch off what I've always daydreamedbut thoughts of you and me and your body it now deems

what the heart wants I can't express or describewhether you or clearer view of self I'm not sure what I'm trying to findbut who's to say either is wrong or betrayal of truthevident however, is both are spurred by a quest for the newyou don't seem to realise I'm talking and looking at youwith eyes sizing you a match for me framing what to do

as a virgin to this dispersion of feelings I'm leftwith a repetition of your picture and name in my headwill it end or subside or dissolve for further strive?or gain speed and by the hand lead to another fork in the road of life?I'm in the dark and the road's unknown so be my guidesome things I won't ask, I must be shown the left from right